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Don't Judge Me, I'm NOT a Book! (Plageria and Agerasia)

That's to paraphrase a line immortalized by Melanie Marquez and speaks so well of typical Filipinos judging people solely by physical appearance.

I was channel surfing on ETC last Saturday when a The Insider feature of Lindsay, a 2-year old baby girl with plageria, caught my attention. Just think of plageria as a baby looking like a grandmother.

I am gonna rant on plageria's related disease that makes people look younger than their true age- agerasia. You see, I'm afflicted with that "disease". Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't. Here's why:

Went to SM City Manila, SM City Hall as I prefer to call it, to while away time waiting for 5 o'clock appointment with a doctor. As I passed by a group offering Family first, they ignored me and instead asked other passers-by if they have credit cards since I look like a boy in jeans and a "No Intiendo" Spoofs Unlimited shirt.

I love looking like a student!

I proceeded to an open house of a soon-to-be-built condominium in Manila since I was really looking for my future home. One of the staff showed me around but her questioning is doubtful if I can really buy that room she was showing me suspecting as if I'm taking her for a ride. Such skepticism mainly due to my boyish appearance.

Now I hate looking like this.

How come Filipinos are so judgmental of a person's looks? I will only be "harrassed" by credit card hawkers and other peddlers if I'm inside my corporate "costume".

4 Comments:

You are not alone.I made a test once in a mall because I was pissed off when one day I saw a guard shooed away a family because they were not "properly dressed". The first day I wore tattered jeans and a faded shirt. Nobody even bothered to open the door for me.The next day, I wore casual-office attire. Guess what? They said Good Morning, opened the door for me and hardly checked my bag.Geez....

tsk ... tsk ... tsk ... first you were wrongly judged as a boy when you rode a taxi ... now, the condominium staff is skeptic about you because of your boyish appearance ... oh boy, seemed you're really afflicted with that 'disease'